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-Have you ever been to the mansion's library? - Bobby Drake said to his friend.
-Yes, I've been a couple of times. Why do you ask? - says the beauty with two-tone hair
-I was thinking of going this afternoon to look for some books for my history project. Would you like to come with me?-
-Clear! I love the library. There is always a calm and relaxing atmosphere there. Also, it would be good for me to study a little too-
-Perfect. See you there at four then-
-Brilliant! See you at the library at four- The boy's goofy smile couldn't be bigger, accelerating to the boys' dormitories as if his life depended on it, and on the way he runs into a certain blonde and his lighter.
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The first time I experienced the supernatural was when I was just ten years old. I was playing in the backyard of our house when, suddenly and without warning, my mind was flooded with strange images and sensations.
I saw flashes of events that had never happened to me: happy moments and sad moments, unfamiliar faces and places I had never seen before. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but as some of those voices and images became more recognizable, I knew it was something more.
Since then, I have experienced the power of reading minds and memories of people, as well as others, unconsciously on the first occasions.
Sometimes the thoughts of the people around me come out of nowhere, like a sudden flash of light in the darkness.
I can see someone walking down the street and suddenly I have a vision of their childhood or a pivotal moment in their life. Other times, the images and voices are more subtle, like a distant echo that I can barely perceive in the corner of my mind. I learned to live with these powers, although it is not always easy.
I often find myself struggling with the duality of certainty and uncertainty, knowing what is to come but unable to change it. Sometimes I wish I didn't have this ability, but I know that it has also given me a unique perspective on the world and the people around me.
When I was a teenager, I discovered that I could use my powers to help others. By stopping malicious people, I was able to warn friends and family about dangers or guide them toward life-changing decisions. But I also learned to be selective about who
I revealed my powers to, aware that not everyone was ready to face the truth about them. Sometimes I would see flashes of memories and thoughts of strangers on the street, wondering about their lives and the stories that lay behind their tired or smiling faces.
As I grew older, I also discovered that my powers were not just limited to influencing the minds of others; I could project this mental energy in practical ways. With the abilities I had, the excitement made me tell a close friend, who also awakened her mutant powers. Everything was great until one week when she suddenly disappeared and, searching for her for a whole day, I came face to face with a sinister-looking, turbaned guy who seemed to emit dark psychic energy. Without the opportunity to defend myself,
I just fell before her powers and ended up losing total consciousness. When I came to my senses, I had spent an entire week possessed by the entity. Now, today, a month after the kidnapping, I have learned to accept my gift as part of myself
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. Through the hallways of the mansion, the Canadian followed Professor X, who was heading towards a new room. Bitterly, Logan only slowly followed him until they reached the hallways.
"Charles, I know you want to talk about the pale boy," the clawed mutant said. - I'm worried that Shadow King will return. The last time he entered the boy's mind, his emotions were uncontrollable and his psychic powers unstable.
-So...-without wanting to continue talking, Logan begins to light his cigar.
- Logan, I know you've been following him and I thank you for that - said the bald man, avoiding the smoke that the mutant exhaled.
- That, huh? Nothing weird, just another idiot teenager beating up petty criminals for practice, I guess.
"So that's what I did at night when his presence disappeared from the bedrooms," he said, analyzing Logan's revelation.
- I wouldn't worry so much about that issue, Logan. I can solve it with a talk. The child alone does not know his direction
"He's beating people for his father's death," said the bald mutant.
- I wouldn't trust myself so much, Charles.
"It's not the first time a psychic has caused problems by going crazy," he said, with memories of the past.
- Now there are more of us than before and these types of accidents can be avoided in time...
KBOOOOM!
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- What's going on! -The moment Xavier screamed, the mutant next to him ran in search of the source of the thunderous explosion.
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The days go by and the nightmares keep getting worse, my insomnia gets worse. The fact that personal research into my new ability demands a share of beaten thieves, leaving them with broken bones at night, brings little rest to my body.
Regarding my new skill, I have discovered and adapted to how it works.
First, unlike what I could originally control with my calculations, the vectors used had to be previously known, however, now that my ability seems to require mental energy to function automatically, I control the surrounding vectors.
Second, prior to this ability, I could not directly sense vectors, but with these new abilities, my perception of reality is more sensitive. I am now able to feel the lower frequencies and my reaction speed has improved tremendously.
The problem with going out at night to play with my powers is that the teachers would stop me immediately. However, now, with my enhanced senses coming into contact with the ground, I can check the entire mansion from top to bottom for anyone I came into contact with before.
But the only one who has been able to find me while I'm away is Wolverine and his heightened senses.
Now I find myself looking for my classmate to talk about a topic that has me intrigued. I walk through the hallways of the Xavier mansion, feeling the oppression of new sensations that I can't get used to and the burden of my own worries.
Finally, tired of walking, I use my ability to find my partner in one of the study rooms. I calmly approach her location, aware that my words may end the matter. As I reach her side, I clear my throat to get her attention.
She quickly introduces me to her new friends who leave the hallway leaving us alone or so we assume.
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"You know they're spying on us, right?" I asked her first before acting.
-hmm normally she would feel the presence of people nearby- she seemed to try to find them somehow without success.
-They are those three psychics, right?-
-Hey? How do you know that, wait is it them? - Her face showed a little disbelief.
"Yes, they just moved locations but I can feel how they are actively trying to enter my mind," I said, trying to concentrate on maintaining the mental barriers that professors Xavier and Emma taught us to use.
-They really must be powerful because they hide their presence from me perfectly- -hnmm... we better move to the library, they are close there, regardless of whether it is a woman or three, my mind will not be penetrated again by anyone.
- I get going immediately, planning to use the contact forces to scare them. those three.
-Hey! Swain, what do you think you're going to do, I can see your bad intentions on your face, you know...blah...blah...blah...blah...blah
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.....blah...blah...blah...blah...blah...blah...blah... ....Blah blah blah blah. - The blonde didn't stop talking along the way, repeating the same thing.
"You know you can't read my mind anymore, right?" I said as she watched her face contort in an inhuman effort to retain my mind or the attempt at that.
-You know before this I wanted to ask you what you saw?
- My doubts about what I observed inside my mind last week have me worried.
-Really few memories, we were just practicing and I apologize for that Aleis
- her words don't convince me but at this point we already arrived at the library and.....
-What the fuck??- I think my expression couldn't be more appropriate given what I've seen.
-EH??- my companion observes the same thing with a look of clear surprise. My thoughts take a dizzying turn at the strange scene in front of uss.
s. A demonic ritual in the Xavier mansion library? What is hapening here? My partner and I exchange looks of disbelief before our minds can even fully process the situation.
-We should summon a demon!- exclaims the voice of my roommate who participates in the strange ritual.
-We should summon a demon!- exclaims the voice of my roommate who participates in the strange ritual.
For a moment, I feel paralyzed, unable to comprehend what is happening. Is it possible that some mutants are trying to summon demonic entities? What reasons could they have for doing something so dangerous?
-I think it's a great idea - the guy I recognize as Bobby, a friend of the blonde classmate, speaks, and the girl named Rogue seemed concerned about the situation.
"I support this thing," I said immediately. The opportunity to summon a demon is not present every day.
- Of course not... It's ridiculous - the blonde says
"Hey, this is serious, let that lighter burn," she says, rogue.
- Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha! Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha!
Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha! Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha!
Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha! Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha!
Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha! Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha!
Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha! Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha! - John Allerdyce satanically began to recite in a language unintelligible to me, beginning the ritual the flames in the center circle were the size of a person.
- Aleis, please stop him! - Ashley shouts exasperated.
-I?! That - I didn't want to get actively involved in this ritual.
- "Do something," the girl with the strange hair tells me the same thing, and soon I watch as Bobby uses his powers to try to put out the fireball that escaped from the ritual circle, and that ends up spreading in flames in the mansion floor.
Just a blow to the air manipulated the currents within the classroom to extinguish the flames, resulting in an instantaneous temperature change as the ice and fire in the room came into contact.
The burning disaster doesn't end until the lighter falls. When these elements meet, in an instant an exothermic chemical reaction that releases a large amount of heat and gases causes an explosion with a shock wave, sending the pyromaniac flying, as well as everyone present.
The moment the explosion hit, I managed to manipulate it and redirect it in the opposite direction. As a result, the use of my psychic energy leaves me fainting slightly. My heart was pounding, not only from the excitement of having stopped the dangerous attacker, but also from the exhaustion I was beginning to feel in my already tired body.
The explosion was complete chaos, with the deafening roar ringing in my ears as I struggled to stay on my feet. Smoke and dust rose around us, enveloping us in a thick cloud that made it difficult to breathe.
With superhuman effort, I managed to maintain my concentration, even as my mind spun and my body shook from the effort. The psychic energy I had used to redirect the explosion left me exhausted, as if I had run a marathon without rest.
As the chaos slowly began to dissipate, I could see around me the stunned and confused faces of my companions.
Bobby, with his determined look, moved through the rubble, looking for those who might need help.
The strange-haired girl approached me, with a worried expression on her face. "Are you OK?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the ringing in my ears.
I nodded weakly, trying to focus my mind as I fought the fatigue that threatened to overwhelm me. I knew I couldn't let myself pass out now, not when there were still so many unanswered questions about what had just happened.
With a concentrated effort, I forced myself to stand, leaning on the nearest wall to keep myself upright. Although my body trembled with the effort, my determination remained intact.
As the teacher and the others arrived to assess the situation, I struggled to regain my composure and stay calm. I knew I would have to explain what had happened, but I also knew I couldn't let fear or anxiety get the best of me
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Suddenly, Professor Xavier broke the silence. "I regret having to take this action," he said in a calm but firm voice.
"But the security of the Xavier mansion is a priority, and we cannot allow students to engage in dangerous activities." I nodded silently, understanding his words although I still felt resentful of the punishment
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As the professor's car moved down the road, a heavy silence took over the atmosphere. We all seemed deep in our own thoughts, reflecting on the events that had just occurred at the Xavier mansion. I was frustrated and confused by the unfair punishment we had received.
He had only been observing the ritual, not actively participating in it. He did not understand why he had been punished in the same way as those who were directly involved in the act. I looked out the car window, watching the trees speed by.
I had no idea where we were headed, and the uncertainty only increased my anxiety. The strange-haired girl sighed next to me, looking equally frustrated.
"I can't believe they punished us for something like that," she muttered, her voice filled with indignation.
The rest of the trip passed in silence, each one lost in their own thoughts and emotions. As we approached our unknown destination, I wondered what awaited us and how we could get through this situation.
One thing was certain: life at the Xavier mansion would never be boring
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"Wait, why isn't Ashley grounded too?" I asked, letting out my annoyance. I felt frustrated and somewhat resentful at the apparent unfairness of the situation.
"Because she helped carry them out of the flames," Professor Scott answered.
Logan was growling under his breath, clearly displeased at having to deal with us.
The atmosphere inside the car became tense as we headed towards our unknown destination.
Logan continued to mutter under his breath, his frustration clearly visible from him.
Finally, we arrived at the exit of an uninviting looking bar.
The teachers quickly got out of the car, leaving us there. "Hey, Logan, are you going to leave us alone outside a bar?"
The only girl in the group exclaimed, with a tone of challenge in her voice.
The grumpy mutant responded without looking back: "If they know how to blow up the mansion, they will stay undisturbed."
Her words were a grim reminder of the consequences of our actions and the weight of responsibility we carried as students of the Xavier mansion.
With a resigned sigh, I looked around, wondering what the night had in store for us in that seedy bar and how we would manage to get out of this new situation unscathed.
"Are you serious?" the blonde muttered next to me while he played with his spare lighter, he had enough in our room to burn down the Notre Dame Cathedral alone.
-yes..- With that last thing we are left completely alone..
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